Tomahawk - God Hates A Coward текст песни

I'll shoot my seed with a metric grosse
No footsteps go beyond it
I'll eat the dead
Where the rooster crows
Fresh rodeo's, eat hardest
Take a piss in your teardrops
Make you a cyclops
Breakin' the branches off your palm tree
Keep you up like a fluffer girl
Ain't that enough? No sir
Look in the sewer for my pedigree
Your koolaid charms and beaded balls
Have made your senses shit
Ain't it true
Make me blow my brains out
Packing a gun
For my thinking of you
But I'm hangin' tough
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my
Listen closely to your mother
You can hear an ocean roar
Sittin' quiet in the corner
Put another record on
God hates a coward sonny
Got a date with your VCR
Watch another action movie
Dream of me
On the only piano
Wrote the fuckin' concerto
Shoot pool with your eyeballs
Rack 'em up
Make a meal of your asshole
Gnaw on your fat soul
Dipping your heart in my vinegar
Like the millions of piggies
That you thought that would live
To see them coming on back
And if it wasn't the piggy
That was causing the screaming
That we're coming to kill
I'd never sleep at night
Alright burn it up
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day my, day, my, day, day, day, my